From: chaoshead@aol.com (Chaos head)
Subject: Toilet Paper (B/b, pedo, facesitting, analingus)
Date: 19 Mar 1997 21:24:58 GMT
NOTICE:
If you find graphic sexual activity between boys offensive in any way, DO
NOT READ ON! Otherwise, feel free.
Toilet Paper
I've always been a sub, getting great pleasure from serving others. Most
of the other boys my age didn't like be for my meekness. There was,
however, an older boy who lived down the street from me. His name was
Brian, and he was 6 years older than me, being at the age of 16. Our
personalities meshed, as he was a bossy, dominant guy, who also had few
friends. I'm not sure if you could call it a friendship though... I was
more like his servant than his friend. He'd invite me over, just to make
me clean his room, or do his laundry, or make him something to eat. His
parents were frequently gone, so they didn't know what was going on.
One day, he invited me over, and I was in the middle of vacuuming
his carpet, when I heard him call me downstairs. He had just been taking
a shower. I turned off the vacuum and descended down the stairs. He was
sitting in his living room in his bathrobe, watching the TV. When he saw
me enter, he said, "Rub my feet for me. They're cold." This was the
first, but far from the last time he told me to touch him.
"I don't want to..." was all I managed to get out before he gave me
a disgusted look and said, "Okay, get out then. I thought you were my
friend. If you won't do cool stuff I tell you to do, then you're a
loser." He said, and produced the reaction he wanted.
"No, Brian. If you say it's cool... I want to be your friend." I
responded quickly.
"I thought you weren't cool for a minute there. From now on,
though, I don't want to here "no" from your mouth when I tell you to do
something, understand?" He said with an accusing look. I nodded meekly,
and he said, "Good. Now I said my feet were cold." Brian was a demanding
boy, standing at 5'10", and weighing near to 170, I guessed. He didn't do
anything atheletic, so he had lovehandles, and large thighs. He wasn't
fat, just slightly chubby.
I knelt in front of him, and he leaned back on the couch, parking
his feet in my lap.
I began to gently knead each with my hands, occasionally rubbing them,
warming them up. He wasn't looking at me, but occasionally he glanced
down and smiled faintly. From my vantage point, I could see up his robe,
and I made out the shape of his balls hanging between his legs. He's not
wearing underwear! I thought to myself, and slightly blushed. My eyes
remained on his sack, however, and I found myself warmly getting excited
for some reason. Brian glanced down again, and saw me staring up though
his robe.
"What are you doing?" He asked, and I quickly dropped my head.
"Looking at my crotch, huh? Right, you little pervert? Here, let me help
you see it better." He said as he untied his belt, and let the robe hang
open. I saw his genitals clearly now. He was shaved, but I did not know
what that was at the time, thinking all boys had no hair, like me. His
pecker, already hard, smacked up against his belly as the robe fell off to
the sides. With that, he told me to keep rubbing his feet, pretending to
watch the TV. I did as I was told, occasionally looking up at his crotch,
his penis at about 6 1/2 inches now.
When I glanced up, I saw him looking down at me, and he suddenly said, "I
have to go take a shit." Getting up off the couch, he let his bathrobe
slide off him, and I saw his round ass cheaks as he headed for the
bathroom. There I sat, waiting for his return, when I heard him call me
in. I entered to see him sitting on the toilet with his knees out to the
sides.
"I want you to see this." He said, and I hesitated. He gave me
an angry look, and that made by walk over to him, and kneel in front of
him. The pungent, thick odor of feces was emanating from the toilet, and
he wickedly grinned as another small shit escaped his asshole, and
splashed in the toilet water.
"You ever watch a guy shit before?" He asked, tilting his head,
and looking down at me with a grin. I shook my head, which felt tingly
again. He put his feet up on the basinet behind me, giving me a better
view of his spread ass cheaks. I intently watched as his sphincter opened
again, and with a grunt, slid another piece of shit out of his asshole
which landed in the bowl with a plop. He then sat there for a minute, as
I knelt before him, looking up. He quietly asked, "You like that smell,
don't you?" My face reddened, and I didn't respond. He took that as a
yes. "I thought so."
Putting his feet down, he flushed the toilet, and stood up.
"Aren't you going to wipe?" I asked gently, and he looked down
with a sadistic grin.
"No, you're going to wipe me." He said. I thought I
understood, and reached for the toilet paper, and he grabbed my wrist.
With a slow shake of his head and a sly smile, he led me back out to the
living room. Piling some pillows on one end of the couch, he commanded me
to lie down, with my head on them. I did, and brushed the hair out of my
face. He walked up beside the couch, and lifted his left leg onto it,
putting his heel under my armpit.
"What are you..." I asked frantically as he started to slowly
lower his ass towards my face. "Shut up! You do what I say, you're my
slave. Now I said you were to wipe my asshole, and you're goin to wipe my
asshole!" His words overpowered me, and my head was swimmy anyway. I
made no notion to resist as he lowered down. I smelled the acrid scent of
his unwiped ass as he slowly lowered himself down upon me, his ass cheaks
touching my face. I heard him breathing heavier as he kept bear down,
spreading his cheaks until he was in a comfortable position. The scent of
his asshole overcame me, and although it was the smell of shit, I found
myself getting even more excited.
"... lick around the rim..." He said slowly, as if this were a
dream, and my heart started beating faster. Licking my lips, I stuck my
tongue out to slide around the outside of his anus. I felt him quiver on
top of me at the first touch of my tongue. My first reaction was wanting
to wretch at the taste of his smeared waste, but it was quickly beaten
down by my excitement. His feces seemed to melt off of his ass into my
mouth as I ran slow, light circles around his asshole. When he felt me
swallow, he moaned ever so lightly, ".. oh god...". My tempo increased
when I found that I had licked the shit ring clean, and a slight "mm"
escaped his lips.
"Now," he said, trying to breathe lighter to no avail, "lick
my asshole." I felt him bore more weight down on top of me as my tongue
stopped it's circular path to flick over his musty shithole. After a few
more flicks sent him quivering again, I started to gently lap at it,
running my wet tongue over his tight sphincter. This brought out a loud
moan of, "oh Jesus!" as I continued to lap away at his now clean anus. A
minute of this and he was sweating, and constantly moaning and murmuring.
His sphincter started to slowly open under the attention of my tongue, and
when he felt this, he commanded me, "Now, stick your tongue up my ass." I
entered his asshole slowly, making him gasp and say, "Yeah, slave! That's
good..." I wriggled my tongue around, making him writhe on top of me. He
was now truly sitting on my face, as I felt him bore down hard, leading me
to believe that none of his weight rested on his legs. My hands slowly
wrapped around his thighs, and I started caressing the inside of them as I
gently tongued the shit out of his anal cavity. In this state of hellish
bliss, I cared not for myself, only for pleasing the boy who took a seat
on my face.
"Mmm, yeah, toilet! Tongue my asshole!" He barked as I slid my
tongue in deeper, excavating his anal canal. He started to bounce now,
riding my face like a cowboy. I could've done this for hours... I loved
it. It only lasted for about three minutes though, with the command of
"Suck my asshole! Mmm, suck it!" I withdrew my tongue, pursed my lips
around his wide open cavity, and started to suck. It was hard to keep
from faltering my sucking as he bucked, but I persistently kept my lips
glued to his asshole.
"God yes.... YES! Suck it, toilet! Eat my asshole!" He
groaned as I began to suck like crazy now, sucking the remaining excrement
from his asshole as he shook in the throes of passion. With one, long
drawn out scream, I felt his warm jism spurt out and land on my neck. I
knew I'd never be the same after this day...